Going Wild (The Wild Ones 2)

“You’ve slept beside me every night. Laid against my side daily. My dick is hard as stone every time you’re around. I just thought I’d return the favor, since you seem to be immune to me.”

My breath hisses through my lips when his hand dips into my panties, and he kisses my neck as his finger slips against the wet proof that I’m certainly not immune. He groans in the back of his throat, and I shudder against him.

I’m obviously not going to stop him from touching me if that’s what he’s waiting on.

“Kylie,” he groans again, and then two of his fingers dip inside me, thrusting hard.

My eyes roll back in my head as I spread my legs wider, giving him access, and he sucks a spot on my neck that drives me insane. I start writhing against his hand, and then turn, seeking his lips, desperately hoping this isn’t a dream that I’m going to wake up from before the finish line is crossed.

All it takes is one touch of his lips against mine, and I’m lost. Because he kisses like he invented the word kiss.

It’s commanding, powerful, demanding…it’s a whole bunch of other words too, but my brain is struggling not to short circuit.

I moan into his mouth when he cups me, putting pressure on my clit while still pumping two fingers inside me. My hand comes up, cupping the side of his face, as his tongue mimics what his fingers are doing.

I’d really love to have that tongue somewhere else.

Just the thought has me grinding harder, and then it all erupts at once, the orgasm washing over me as I clamp down on his fingers.

“Fuck,” he whispers against my mouth as I break the kiss to suck in air, shuddering against him.

I pull back as he watches me with lust-filled eyes, and he brings his fingers up, sucking them into his mouth while winking at me.

That’s what snaps the last of my restraint. He started this, so that means the line has been crossed and I don’t have to hold back anymore. Liam just doesn’t realize he released the kraken or whatever. At least not yet.

That crazy guy still thinks I’m sweet just because I’m short and have curly hair. It’s sort of cute how difficult he finds it that I’m anything else.

I shove my shorts and panties down in unison. His eyes zero in on the newly exposed skin, and he smirks as he watches me.

“As much as I’d love to fuck you, there’s no way—even if you were on top—that I’d be able to. My leg isn’t ready for that much movement.”

“I’m not fucking you with that,” I say with a smile. “But my mouth can fuck you without jostling you too much.”

Heat fills his eyes, and I gently tug his shorts down just enough to let his very hard, very ready erection pop free. Damn. I really want to fuck that.

Staring wistfully, I throw my leg over his body, and his hands immediately go for my hips, dragging me down for his mouth to connect with that sweet bundle of torture.

I have to focus really hard to remember I’m supposed to be giving too, and I lower my head, taking him in little by little, swirling my tongue over the tip each time I come up.

“Don’t thrust. It’ll hurt you,” I tell him, grinning when he groans.

I stop grinning when he sucks my clit into his talented mouth and then smooths his tongue over it at the same time.

That’s when I go in for the kill, sucking him down as deep as I possibly can and we both work hard to bring the other to climax first. I’m the first to go, which makes it really damn hard not to grit my teeth.

Since he’s still in my mouth, that would be bad. I suck harder, even as my body shudders against his relentless mouth that is trying to kill me.

Then it happens. Without warning. He makes a surprised sound before semi-salty warmth is shooting into my mouth. I take it like a champ, though. I’m almost positive he had no idea that was coming—ha ha ha!—either.

His fingers dig into my ass as his head drops away from me, and he grips me even tighter as I finish sucking him down completely. When I’m sure he’s done, I let go, bringing my head back, smiling as I toss my leg back over him and move to his side.

He’s studying me like I’m a two-headed lizard.

“How does a girl, who looks as fucking sweet as you, give head like that?”

I roll my eyes, curling up against him. “For the last time, I’m not sweet.”

His arms go around me, even as his back stays flat on the mattress. His gaze rakes over my face several times as he touches my spiral curls like he can’t help himself.